12-15-2018, 09:47 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim is homesick.
This is a fact.
No matter what he does, no matter what he tries to focus on, he can't stop thinking of his crew. And it just makes him feel ... hollow. He likes his groupmates, and his rank. He wants to help them thrive and his pre-fleet self would have loved to stay here. ... Today's Jim just misses his crew and his friends and his ship.
He's not going back. Jim knows a lot about engineering and theories and the transporter, but not enough to make a trans-dimensional transporter, and, even if he did, he wouldn't have the supplies. Unless his crew manages to fetch him, he's here for-fucking-ever.
God. He's so tired. ... ... He needs a distraction.
When Jim had been a kid in fuck-off Iowa, he'd had the unfortunate habit of picking up hobbies like one would coins or clothes or fuck if Jim knew what regular people did. His best friends in his later life had been so fucking weird, and no basis for comparison. .. This is besides the point. The point is that Jim is falling into old habits, because he desperately needs something to do. Something to help him forget.
He loses everyone, eventually. .. Forget.
Sewing was an odd choice, and probably one that his crew would lovingly make fun of him for. But a hobby it was. Something he could dedicate time to. It got results. That's all that mattered. So he slunk about to get his fabric, and the materials he needed. He wasn't sure how the fuck he was going to sew with his paws ... unless he got a sewing machine or something, but he doesn't think that they had electricity. Except for Jim. .. Handling it would probably short it out if he wasn't careful, anyways. (jim doesn't actually know a lot about these 'vintage' machines. he's just making guesses.)
So, old fashioned it was. Fine needles are very difficult to handle with paws. He fumbles and pricks his paws and he can't even get a fucking grip. He has to make some minor modifications -- by modifications he means a cool little system to actually be able to hold it, (spoiler, it's basically just some fucking .. sticky thing. He's not sure, but he has), and also needles of a specific material, for his electricity.
A scarf is easy. A little too easy, but still requires enough finesse and focus(at least with paws) to keep his mind from wandering. He's not sure if he feels hollow or at ease -- maybe both? .. Either way, there's no grief in his chest right as he does it, and that's all that matters.
.. It's easy enough to make a few. Granted, his first two were fucking disasters. Jim didn't know shit about sewing, okay? Give him a break. (also, frank discouraged 'traditionally feminine' activities. incredibly old fashioned, much?) .. Aside from those, he has a neat three scarves. Why scarves? Because Jim doesn't know how the fuck to make anything else, that's why! .. Scarves are kinda nice, though. He'll admit it. And yeah, so maybe Jim loops one of the golden ones around his neck and sticks a little starfleet pin on it, just for nostalgia's sake. But like .. fuck off. That's his problem.
... Jim then proceeds to set the failed scarves on fire, just because he can. It's good practice for his electricity, or whatever. .. He just has to be careful with what he actually wears. Anyways, he's content just ... staring blankly at the flaming heap of cloth for the moment. Jim had been considered a pyromaniac when he was young and honestly, yeah, they were probably right.
//tl;dr jim got homesick and then made scarves(one of which he's now wearing) now he's staring at some currently burning scarves. ur char can ask for one he isnT burning if u want but yknow whatever
sorry for the shitty thread but expect more bc Hey theyre threads
This is a fact.
No matter what he does, no matter what he tries to focus on, he can't stop thinking of his crew. And it just makes him feel ... hollow. He likes his groupmates, and his rank. He wants to help them thrive and his pre-fleet self would have loved to stay here. ... Today's Jim just misses his crew and his friends and his ship.
He's not going back. Jim knows a lot about engineering and theories and the transporter, but not enough to make a trans-dimensional transporter, and, even if he did, he wouldn't have the supplies. Unless his crew manages to fetch him, he's here for-fucking-ever.
God. He's so tired. ... ... He needs a distraction.
When Jim had been a kid in fuck-off Iowa, he'd had the unfortunate habit of picking up hobbies like one would coins or clothes or fuck if Jim knew what regular people did. His best friends in his later life had been so fucking weird, and no basis for comparison. .. This is besides the point. The point is that Jim is falling into old habits, because he desperately needs something to do. Something to help him forget.
He loses everyone, eventually. .. Forget.
Sewing was an odd choice, and probably one that his crew would lovingly make fun of him for. But a hobby it was. Something he could dedicate time to. It got results. That's all that mattered. So he slunk about to get his fabric, and the materials he needed. He wasn't sure how the fuck he was going to sew with his paws ... unless he got a sewing machine or something, but he doesn't think that they had electricity. Except for Jim. .. Handling it would probably short it out if he wasn't careful, anyways. (jim doesn't actually know a lot about these 'vintage' machines. he's just making guesses.)
So, old fashioned it was. Fine needles are very difficult to handle with paws. He fumbles and pricks his paws and he can't even get a fucking grip. He has to make some minor modifications -- by modifications he means a cool little system to actually be able to hold it, (spoiler, it's basically just some fucking .. sticky thing. He's not sure, but he has), and also needles of a specific material, for his electricity.
A scarf is easy. A little too easy, but still requires enough finesse and focus(at least with paws) to keep his mind from wandering. He's not sure if he feels hollow or at ease -- maybe both? .. Either way, there's no grief in his chest right as he does it, and that's all that matters.
.. It's easy enough to make a few. Granted, his first two were fucking disasters. Jim didn't know shit about sewing, okay? Give him a break. (also, frank discouraged 'traditionally feminine' activities. incredibly old fashioned, much?) .. Aside from those, he has a neat three scarves. Why scarves? Because Jim doesn't know how the fuck to make anything else, that's why! .. Scarves are kinda nice, though. He'll admit it. And yeah, so maybe Jim loops one of the golden ones around his neck and sticks a little starfleet pin on it, just for nostalgia's sake. But like .. fuck off. That's his problem.
... Jim then proceeds to set the failed scarves on fire, just because he can. It's good practice for his electricity, or whatever. .. He just has to be careful with what he actually wears. Anyways, he's content just ... staring blankly at the flaming heap of cloth for the moment. Jim had been considered a pyromaniac when he was young and honestly, yeah, they were probably right.
//tl;dr jim got homesick and then made scarves(one of which he's now wearing) now he's staring at some currently burning scarves. ur char can ask for one he isnT burning if u want but yknow whatever
sorry for the shitty thread but expect more bc Hey theyre threads
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